Memoir of my Nikes
By lupus tenebrae
The world can be seen
through these
shoes,
all the seasons , lions, lambs
and the soft plush of
meadows,
feel lukewarm on the way out.
They’ve lived
miles,
lived years,
and show nothing
but the grizzled appearance
of time and rough going.
Where the sidewalk ceases
and
the crosswalk begins,
that is where I’ll say farewell,
string
them up, and retire
these laces with no ill will.
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